She poured forth words: "And leave him to that young girl--and leave him to his wickedness! After I've been his wife eight years and borne him five! after I've done what I have for him! I never want no better husband than what he used to be, till she came with her pale face and her prinky manners, and--and her mouth that you can tell she's bad by.

Let her keep to her profession--sitting naked's what she's fit for--coming here to decent folk---" And holding out her wrists to Thyme, who had shrunk back, she cried: "He's never struck me before.

I got these all because of her new clothes!" Hearing his mother speak with such strange passion, the baby howled.
Mrs.Hughs stopped, and took him up.

Pressing him close to her thin bosom, she looked above his little dingy head at the two young people.
"I got my wrists like this last night, wrestling with him.

He swore he'd go and leave me, but I held him, I did.